A/N sorry this chapter has taken so long. Whoops:) I think I have got Donte in character, but I never really watched him so... Oh well, enjoy anyway
Chlo threw the phone down angrily. How could this have happened?She picked up a cushion and screamed into it, as a way to exert all her feelings without waking Izzie or Donte. Unfortunately for her, Donte was a rather light sleeper, and soon began to stir.
"Babes? What you doing up this late?"
Chlo, unable to contain her grief, threw herself into his arms, and cried. It was all too much. Tom, the man who was practically her father, had died, miles away up in Scotland and she hadn't even had the chance to say goodbye. Or to thank him, for everything he had ever done for her and Mika. Mika! She didn't know. Chlo would have to tell her soon. Just, after she calmed down herself.
"Chlo? Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"
"Tom-it's Tom! He's-he's dead!"
"Dead! Chlo are you sure? Who told you?"
"Miss Boston called. From waterloo road. She-she said he fell off the roof and.. And-"
"The roof? Woah- what was he doing up on the roof?"
"Saving a pupil. He always saw the good in people, didn't he?"
"Yeah. Look where that got him. Which pupil?"
"..."
"Chlo? Who was it? Surely you know?"
"Kyle, Kyle stack."
"Hey, wait up, isn't that the maniac-"
"With the crossbow. Yes, it's him."
"Why would Tom try to save him!? I mean, he did shoot his son with a bloody crossbow!"
"I-I don't know Donte, I just wish he'd come back, there's so much I never said to him..."
Chloe's voice trailed off as she once again collapsed against Donte in tears. Donte wished he could take away he pain, but the truth is, he was hurting himself. Tom was gone. The same Tom Clarkson that had supported him through school, and was the reason little Izzie was with them today. Him, Chlo and Mika were forever indebted to Tom.
"Chlo?"
"Yes?"
"Does Mika know?"
"Mika! Oh god! I need to call her! She won't know-"
"Shh! Babes, you go to bed, I'll call Mika. You need to get to sleep."
"Thanks Donte"
"No problem Chlo"